I'm running out of places to hide,
When all these walls come crashing down around me, and there's nothing here to quell the rage within, sinking low below the crushing waves, the echoing silence screams my name, calling to shed these masks I bear, clawing at the surface, flesh turn to blood, swelling with the tears fallen from solemn eyes filled with sorrow. When my words fall on deaf ears, I turn away, when the only solace I ever found lay in beauty beyond the grasp of man, you won't ever see the ghost in me, screaming as I pass on by. I fear the dead are living and the living forgotten, where no ones who they say they are. How can I feel the same when emptiness is all that ever kept me sane.